It must be hard for China’s Communist Party police to crackdown on crime. What with every criminal lying about committing a crime to get out of torture? No, let’s blindfold them and toss their kind in with the rest of their ilk to sort it out. I mean the truth comes out eventually right? You just got to beat it out. [Read Sarcasm] Ha!
So you’re jealous that President Obama’s cool, and plus he’s more popular then you will ever be? Well, we already knew that though didn’t we? “I say it’s too late to apologiiiize. No, it’s too late to apologiiiize. Yeah…”
Yes, 165 million in bonuses is not that large an amount comparably. We just get so worked up over smalls amount of moneys. Silly. Silly. I mean it’s so small, I wouldn’t be able to settle my divorce with that amount of money.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
No hang over blog. I woke up and worked out a bit. Nice right?
So what is this rant about? It didn’t make it to my LIFE.LOVE.LAUGHTER blog, so its going to about the house we build with cards.
I have, perhaps had, this friend since high school. I say perhaps had, because it might have ended today. I’m not in the business of burning bridges. What I do do is try my damndest best to build a house, but I can only build it with the cards I have been dealt. Today my house collapsed. It happens regularly enough, but I know I can only move forward and rebuild. Except, perhaps maybe, a card was removed from the deck. It doesn’t matter who removed it or even if it is removed, because maybe maybe some bridges can’t be burnt no matter the amount of fuel you toss on the fire. Then again, I might have lost a friend today.
Today my house collapsed. I had a part to play and I refused to play it. Why run to me, put all this pressure build it up as a mountain and an obstacle for me to climb? I just want to look her in the eyes and tell her that I’m not her salvation that I’m just no good and that I could hardly save myself. I know it would be a lie to say it and mean it, because it is completely meaningless. All that would do is destroy the foundations, and the house will never be built proper again. I wouldn’t mean it mean it if I said it. I’d only do it to hurt her, because I was hurting. The damage is done. It was done years ago, and it is so engrained to not attempt to save them all is defeat worst than death. It is better to die trying. Maybe, if I hold out long enough and keep bluffing, fate would fold, and than maybe I would come out on top with the winning hand.
There’s a movie I’m fond of. It’s not my favorite, but it is near the top. It’s called Tequila Sunrise (1988). In it, two high school friends match wits like cat and mouse but more like cops and drug dealers. Society, personal choices, and fate all force them apart, but they held on to a bond that is summed up in one off-screen monologue.
This monologue was the set up to see whether a friendship could whether all storms. In the movie, in true Hollywood fashion, the friendship survived because real friendship meant having the other person’s interest at heart. It was not about making millions together, it wasn’t about collaring the crook and being a hero, it was about sacrificing something so that your friend could find happiness. Of course that’s Hollywood.
It makes you wonder about the push and pull of a relationship like a friendship. Do you except it blindly or do you keep rationalizing or do you keep bickering attempting to change and alter one another? Do we entrench ourselves and do battle over the long haul or do we just let it end?
I have to build my house again. You’d think I’d be smarter and use some material less of a gamble than cards. You’d think.
I have, perhaps had, this friend since high school. I say perhaps had, because it might have ended today. I’m not in the business of burning bridges. What I do do is try my damndest best to build a house, but I can only build it with the cards I have been dealt. Today my house collapsed. It happens regularly enough, but I know I can only move forward and rebuild. Except, perhaps maybe, a card was removed from the deck. It doesn’t matter who removed it or even if it is removed, because maybe maybe some bridges can’t be burnt no matter the amount of fuel you toss on the fire. Then again, I might have lost a friend today.
Today my house collapsed. I had a part to play and I refused to play it. Why run to me, put all this pressure build it up as a mountain and an obstacle for me to climb? I just want to look her in the eyes and tell her that I’m not her salvation that I’m just no good and that I could hardly save myself. I know it would be a lie to say it and mean it, because it is completely meaningless. All that would do is destroy the foundations, and the house will never be built proper again. I wouldn’t mean it mean it if I said it. I’d only do it to hurt her, because I was hurting. The damage is done. It was done years ago, and it is so engrained to not attempt to save them all is defeat worst than death. It is better to die trying. Maybe, if I hold out long enough and keep bluffing, fate would fold, and than maybe I would come out on top with the winning hand.
There’s a movie I’m fond of. It’s not my favorite, but it is near the top. It’s called Tequila Sunrise (1988). In it, two high school friends match wits like cat and mouse but more like cops and drug dealers. Society, personal choices, and fate all force them apart, but they held on to a bond that is summed up in one off-screen monologue.
“I don't know what it is about going to high school with someone that makes you feel you're automatically friends for life. Who says? Who says friendship lasts forever? We'd all like it to, maybe. But maybe [pause] it just wears out like everything else - like tires. There's just so much mileage in them and then you're riding around on nothing but air.”
This monologue was the set up to see whether a friendship could whether all storms. In the movie, in true Hollywood fashion, the friendship survived because real friendship meant having the other person’s interest at heart. It was not about making millions together, it wasn’t about collaring the crook and being a hero, it was about sacrificing something so that your friend could find happiness. Of course that’s Hollywood.
It makes you wonder about the push and pull of a relationship like a friendship. Do you except it blindly or do you keep rationalizing or do you keep bickering attempting to change and alter one another? Do we entrench ourselves and do battle over the long haul or do we just let it end?
I have to build my house again. You’d think I’d be smarter and use some material less of a gamble than cards. You’d think.
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